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 You change, You move, You are alive and like all living strange That being different dies.

She was not strange, but patterned from that plan Perfected in the worm and still rehearsed In fishes and all furred and feathered cursed By fur and feather to be unlike Man,— A hollow cylinder hooped in with bone Projecting sidewise to isosceles, A simple tube, but modified to ease The seed that must not die till it be sown.

And this new marvel, this long lovely line, This melody, this mute Alcaic curve From thigh to throat was still the Egg's design